LUPE FIASCO

Bitch Bad Lyrics

[Intro]YeahI say bitch bad, woman good, lady betterHey, hey, hey, hey

[Verse 1]Now imagine there's a shawty, maybe five maybe fourRidin' 'round with his mama listening to the radioAnd a song comes on and a not far off from being bornDoesn't know the difference between right and wrongNow I ain't trying to make it too complexBut let's just say shawty has an undeveloped contextAbout the perception of women these daysHis mama sings along and this what she says"niggas I'm a bad bitch, and I'm bad bitchFar above average"And maybe other rhyming words like cabbage and savageAnd baby carriage and other things that match itCouple of things that are happenin' hereFirst he's relatin' the word "bitch" with his mama, commaAnd because she's relatin' to herself, his most important source of help, and mental health, he may skew respect for dishonor

[Verse 2]Yeah, now imagine a group of little girls nine through twelveOn the internet watchin' videos listenin' to songs by themselvesIt doesn't really matter if they have parental clearanceThey understand the internet better than their parentsNow being the interent, the content's probably uncensoredThey're young, so they're maleable and probably unmentoredA complicated combination, maybe with no relevanceUntil that intelligence meets their favorite singer's preference"bad bitches, bad bitches, bad bitchesThat's all I want and all I like in life is bad bitches, bad bitches"Now let's say that they less concerned with himAnd more with the video girl acquiescent to his whimsAh, the plot thickensHigh heels, long hair, fat booty, slimReality check, I'm not trippin'They don't see a paid actress, just what makes a bad bitch

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[Verse 3]Disclaimer: this rhymer, lupe's not usin' bitch as a lessonBut as a psychological weaponTo set in your mind and really mess with your conceptionsDiscretions, reflections, it's clever misdirectionCause, while I was rappin' they was growin' up fastNobody stepped in to ever slow 'em up, gaspSure enough, in this little worldThe little boy meets one of those little girlsAnd he thinks she a bad bitch and she thinks she a bad bitchHe thinks disrespectfully, she thinks of that sexuallyShe got the wrong idea, he don't wanna fuck herHe thinks she's bad at being a bitch like his motherMomma never dress like that, come out the house, hot mess like thatAss, titties, dress like thatAll out to impress like thatJust like that, you see the fruit of the confusionHe caught in a reality, she caught in an illusionBad mean good to her, she really nice and smartBut bad mean bad to him, bitch don't play your partBut bitch still bad to her if you say it the wrong wayBut she think she a bitch, what a double entendre